Jenessa then goes even further with the awakening by forcing Angelina to feel less comfy. In a teenaged display of rebellion, Jenessa stands by the bed`s side to instantaneously rip back the bed sheets. This swiftly allows the flooding in of cool air upon Angelina’s nude body. Then as the nudity is seen Jenessa swiftly tosses the sheets back up over her sleepy cousin. In turn, the heavy-eyed professor places a death grip on the returning bed sheets with a painful groaning escaping. Yet, cousin Jenessa cheerfully continues the waking process with, “You got explaining to do. So, wake up.”
The blond Italian then once more jumps on the bed to scoot up next to Angelina. Jenessa snuggles in next to her sleepyhead hostess who is shocked, groggy and murmuring, “Oh my god. Go away.”
As this exists Angelina burrows deeper under the sheets with trying to once again find sleep but she knows the impossibility of it. It always is that Jenessa is a perky morning spirit that needs up around six to make the most of the day physically active at the crack of dawn. Hence, everyone must be ready for anything. And today the thing is insistent of them both being awake.
“No. And you like me this happy in the morning. We always get everything done too. So, get up. Come on. I have tea over on the bureau. We will make the Farmer`s Market if you have a quickie shower and toss on jeans with a t-shirt.” Is sent out cheerfully as a bit of bum bouncing and poking occur.
With that and flashes of thoughts Angelina grumbles. “You never toss on any clothing. You always look..” and with that spoken Angie takes a peek over her shoulder to see Jenessa fully dressed in an elegant red paisley cotton blouse. Then in noticing it, Angelina raises up to turn fully around to get a complete view of things. She sees the beige casual trousers with flat sandals on the feet and the beige silk shawl draping over shoulders. Within that, the brunette feels aches from end to the others as she claims, “There are times you are not sane. I suppose you tossed those on. ”
“Well, no. It took a while but it gave me time to wonder why you have a sexy man dropping off teacups in your postal bin at six this morning. He seems happy and waved at me too, quite congenial. It was nice but in all honesty, it interrupted my centering abilities during my running session. So, I kind of need answers about Mr. Sexy. Especially, since I demand to know how long you have been secretly doing him? Sex with him could be hot.”
“Sex! I am not doing anyone.” Tiredly spurts out Angelina with attempting to mentally talk herself into waking because there is no alternative when it`s Jenessa. And with that, there exist a pause in chat but soon the Italian blond shares, “Angel, I am naïve at times but I do know men very well. Men do not give such particular gifts to any woman. That man has a thing for you. And the accompanying note reeks of Clive Christian. And we both know it’s the billionaire bad boys cologne.”
“Huh?” brings a spoken wondering of the confusion that instantly now is created.
“Yes, smell it.” And with that Jenessa hands over the note enclosed in a black envelope with red wax encryption seal that she had been placed on the night table. “See, it has strong spicy citrus, sexy floral and earth tones while being stirred by diamonds and gold. It is the one thing that I love about male cologne. You know that I can smell it a mile away.”
That has Angelina barely touching the envelope as the scent easily meets her nostrils. Then come flashes of William with it sending out dread. Instantly her body goes limp with no energy to deal with anything about him. Hence, it`s groaning flopping on the bed to pull the sheets up and all of it as she grumbles, “Spare me, spare me. God! I can’t do today. Not if he is in it”
“Stop that, Angel. “ opens a chastising, as the chat gets deep in the technical information of a sexual nature. ”Tell me who he is. Has he got big hands? What color eyes? His smile is what? How tall? Firm ass? And does he like it rough, kinky like you do? Come on tell me, I have the right to know if he is the sperm bank for more babies in our family. I bet he is kinky since it’s a scent of bad boy sexiness.”
“I already did.” Groans a more awake Angelina with her placing a death grip on the sheets while pushing herself under them so that she doesn’t need to deal with anything more.
“Huh. When?” Arrives the quizzical demand as Jenessa struggles to pull back the sheets to get Angelina to deal with the inquiry.
“Last night and for the past three years.” Flies exasperatedly from within Angelina while brandishing best efforts to keep the sheets around her nudity.
Thus, wrestling ensues with the two women getting tough about who wins the sheets. Yet, in it, all Angelina knows that she is fully awake while confronting too many things that bring her begging to have it all happening later in the day. “My God, it`s too early for this, Jen. It`s my day off.”
“No, you actually have the next two years off on a sabbatical.” Articulates Jenessa with tossing the bed sheets at her cousin. Then the tall Italian walks over to get the two teacups. In collecting them, from the tray on top of the dressing bureau, Jenessa chirpily continues, “Last night you mentioned no sexy billionaire bodybuilder type. You spoke of that weirdo who harasses and stalks you.”
“Bingo!” proclaims Angelina in a nestling in against the bed`s headboard with tucking in the sheets to cover up from the coldness that has come to her curves.
With that enlightenment spoken it swims into Jenessa to have shock follow it. White floods her face stating that such things are horrific to hear. “You are joking. He is a Clive Christian man. Oh my god, Angel, that is wrong on so many levels.” Cries out in a sadness that borders devastation to a woman who adores men with fashion sense and power. “I got to sit down. It is too early to deal with trauma like this.”
Angelina couldn’t agree more. With all the honesty in her, she thoroughly believes it`s too early for anything on her first day of sabbatical. Yet, she accepts the teacup and begins drinking the brew.
“You can’t do these things to me.” Mournfully sighs Jenessa who sits on the bed next to her cousin. “It messes up my radar.”
“Oh, it has done more than that to me.” comes the understanding reply from a woman who has endured casual stalking, minor harassment, public arguments and crap while being seduced too.
“I now see why you say that he is half sane. He thinks himself a god to dress the part while lingering in the shadows as a stalker pervert bent on possession of you.”
“Bingo.” Comes methodically shared in a sipping of tea. The silence that comes marks Angelina rewarding to Jenessa fro the earlier behavior of waking. A payment in seeing that demons exist in the early hours if the feet touch the floor too early on a day off. In fact, it allows silence for several sips until Angelina clears her throat to glance at her cousin saying, “You danced with my devil at dawn. By the end of the week, he takes me to dinner and all of Hell`s demons will simultaneously breathe a sigh of relief while petitioning Heaven to save me.”
That definitely proclaims that both women are ready for the day. Hence, as the tea finds drinking to done Angelina soon rises from the bed to enjoy a quick shower. Hurriedly after that, she dresses in the pink silk blouse, cream-colored casual slacks, the intimate clothes and the two-inch casual walking sandals that Jenessa wrangled out of the walk-in closet. As Angelina walks down the staircase, into the living room, Jenna tosses over a new cashmere shawl of creamy paisley colors. ”New, a gift from Papa. You know that he never wraps gifts and always wants things used immediately.”
With that done Angelina catches it mid-air with being a bit surprised at the tossing but she really isn’t. Therefore, she lovingly smiles with eyes dancing in glee to joyfully say, “What else has he sent? He always sends several things to spoil me.”
“Oh, two new books by Italian theological theorists. He says those will encourage research. Then there are three old books that you had on that list, that old tea stained paper that you gave him nearly eleven years ago. Plus, Papa sends music that he secretly recorded at a strings concert in Vienna. It was illegal to hide the recorder but he said God forgives things done in the name of sharing heavenly music with his angel.”
They both erupted into laughter knowing how unique that Enrico Bombieri can be. The family`s patriarch, who is known as Papa by everyone, tends to leave his mark of fatherly affection and educational encouragements in the most interesting ways. This is especially true of his relationship with Angelina for he is the one who raises her after her parents are killed in a car accident. He swiftly swoops in to rip American authorities of any jurisdiction over her. He collects her as the only prized gem that belongs to his brother`s youngest son. The proud renowned mathematician states to anyone that ‘Italians take care of their own famiglia’. Angelina at the time is almost seven years old with immediately moving from the eastern United States to Italy. With this instantly, Enrico becomes Papa with him being her life`s center within a massive and a loving Italian family.
“I love him! I so love him!” Gleefully proclaims the usually well-contained professor. Then as she finishes unfolding the shawl, to show its massive size of almost being a blanket, she giggles, “I have things for him too.”
Then with watching Angelina wrap herself lovingly in the elegant shawl Jenessa reports, “He sent love, big affetto, endless amore. So, big that he said it`s bigger than Boolean Pythagorean Triples Problem.” That supplies more laughter over the uniqueness of their Papa as the two of them gather purses and keys with Jenessa encouraging, “We better get going. There is the Farmer`s Market and then I want to go to several Grocers with a cafe stop too. We will have dinner here before going to the theater tonight for that Jazz concert.”
The day runs like that. Fun, giggles, chatter and forgetting about any stress or anything that don’t please them. It all wades into a Sunday and a Monday of similar things, fun things and with no night dreams. No dream realms. None, because Ever has not summoned Beauty due to wanting Beauty to rest in both the waking life and in the dream world. Therefore, Sunday comes to be a sacred day of no church service but the holiness of sleeping in with dreamless sleep. They then enjoy yoga at noon after waking late. That is followed by lunch on the patio and then it`s the two of them onward to a few art galleries for entertainment. By the end of the day, both purchase a piece of art and enjoy dinner at a small but out of the way artsy restaurant. A retro place that exists as a hangout for local musicians but they invade with enjoying the atmosphere until they both need to get to their beds. So, home they go.
Monday comes to have a routine that tends to exist during weekdays when Jenessa lives with Angelina. Waking at seven with breakfast after jogging and then them dressing for the day. Most mornings are filled with reading or studying. While afternoons have the pleasure of outings or outdoor activities. The evenings vary from quiet home time of chats with dinner to them inviting friends over for dinner or even the two ladies wandering out to be entertained.
“Sir, water. And I will follow you three. Have a drink and then I will carry the bottle in the car.” This can be heard as the two men take to staring at Jenessa while joining in on the wait for Angelina.
“Keep up but not too close. It may be hard for you. It might be for the ladies are slower than me.” William instructs for what he thinks are coming events as the men abide standing on the street in front of the Victorian style house.
In that moment Angelina walks out of her house before closing the door. As she does then Jenessa warns, "Girl, I think our morning has become hellish hot and you will need more than demons groaning of petitions.”
“What are you talking about?” inquires Angie without noticing the arrival of the guests at the gateway`s end. She thus begins limbering up but as she does Jenessa`s head is shaking with her sharing, “Repeat after me. I will be good. I will be good. I will..”
Being bewildered Angelina looks up at Jenessa who stop the chant. In doing that there comes a glance out of the corner of her eyes. The brunette of blue eyes spies why she needs to be good. She swiftly sees William doing stretches for a running session. And in that truth, it gets weird inside her mind with her energy suddenly turning into chaotic sensations with her realizing that she didn't call. She also knows something fierce is coming that she won't enjoy. No, she will not for she gave her word and she knows how men like William react to such things. Even more so than that, it spurs on some intensely mixed feelings that rise strange angry heat in her. But first, it must be said that she exists as a woman of high dignity and of a belief in a 'supposed truth' that intelligence should never be profane. However, Angelina occasionally breaks that rule. She does even though it is claimed that intelligent people never use profanity. And of course, Angelina Ana Bombieri mostly lives by that too. Yet, she can so easily have a sailor`s mouth when the time calls for it. Hence, a very unrefined and quick whipped, “Fuck!” exclaims from her lips as she fully stares toward the abomination residing at the end of her gateway.
Easily it is heard by William to have him respond in a cheery tone while coldly glaring at Angelina. “Good morning to you too, Dr. Bombieri.” Then turning his gaze he looks directly at Jenessa to warmly say, “And, hello to you, Ms. Bombieri. I am William Amon Maximus McKnyght. I also am your running date mate for the next month of mornings.”
Such a statement definitely is a shocker. It inspires a need to respond but William forces his own agenda. “I assume Doctor that you don’t know how to use a phone. Or possibly it’s the opening of a letter that is the skill that you lack. Or is it that you enjoy lying to me. Then again, have you some disease that has you forgetting anything that you promised to do?”
It stings. It holds well-directed wrath. It claims the need to clear the air. And above all, it declares where everyone abides in concern to what may be a trio for the month. Is it pleasing? No. Is it needed by any of them? Maybe. Could it be done better? Definitely. But none of that matters due to Rebel Billy liking to take on any wrong doings against him by doing that in a direct manner with pulling no punches. Angelina wrongs him. He knows it. It hurts too. He comes to demand respect. There must be an apology and the reward of getting justice. In his opinion, he is haunting her until she does those things. Additionally, in that, the billionaire plans to soak up all opportunities to seduce and possess his most desired prize, yes, his need of the Dr. Bombieri.
Angelina, however, rolls her eyes about it all. She reaches over to grab Jenessa by the arm to then get them running off the porch to take the full paced start across her neighbor`s lawn to avoid William.
“You are naughty, Angie!” William screams at her as he swiftly follows them by walking a harder pace to catch up. When he does William comes up behind them to begin chatter. “Sexy ass on both. I prefer the front, though.”
Then with a sigh and leaning in, with an attempt to nuzzle against Angelina`s neck, he sweetly demands, “A sincere apology whenever you have the time. Then we are making a date for every day during the next three months. You wanted to intentionally hurt me. And you did. It doesn’t matter why. But you have hurt me a great deal. You seem to not need to keep promises to me. Well, then I will control when the dates exist and for how long. When you understand the importance of truth and trust then I will stand back to give you control again.”
William then steps from behind them to run alongside as he finalizes, “Silence when I jog. I lead and the car will follow us with the chauffeur watching us. He has water and first aid.” That brings shocking truths while William settles things with saying, “Expect me at random times. Don’t worry about dressing. I will bring what you both need. Or I will wait for you to be ready if there is a need. But our dates are at least once every day. Plus, I jog with you every morning.”
That harshly pours into Angelina. It is misdemeanor feelings for her with Jenessa silently spurring them on to do the two-mile run. Jenessa knows the daily exercise could stop for the day but it shouldn`t. After all, she doesn’t mind the car or William. And knows that from what is said about him that he is going to do exactly what he claims. Plus, she knows that a run may give thinking time for everyone to cool off. So, Jenessa signals that they are not stopping. The two females even do it in silence with them both thinking about why William is their new running buddy. As they approach home Jenessa says to Angelina, “You wronged him. You know it but yes, we both legitimately forgot about the teacup and you need to call him. You didn’t mean to hurt him. But you did. So, maybe apologize. I will too if it helps. It seems the right thing to do no matter who he is.”
Angelina wince of her cousin taking the demon`s side. Taking to the truth but it is something that comes difficult to swallow even if she prefers doing the right things in life. Inside herself, she knows the crap of the unkindness that William has committed toward her. Yet, she understands that she let that go when there is the agreeing to dates with an expectation of a phone call from her to begin that process. That thought nudges her into a speck of a thought about possibly apologizing but she sends it away. As she does she sees William run past the house to not even lessen his pace. The limo behind them then pulls up alongside with the driver rolling down the window.
“Excuse me, ladies. I will follow you to the house to be sure that you are cared for. But, Mr. William is continuing for another mile before we return to the penthouse. He wants you to know that his day is busy. However, he will do his best to have a date at some point but don’t ever change plans during any day. No changes for he does manage what is important to him. And you are most important, Dr. Bombieri. So, we both wish you a lovely day.”
Such comes to pass with the two women smiling in congenially saying, “Thank you.” Then as they approach Angelina’s gateway the pace of running slows to allow a flowing into a casual walk as they watch the limo drive on down the street.
“It can be fun, Angel. We can make it fun. Don`t do any more harsh things. It is best to not. If you truly want it all to stop like you said the night I flew in then let us both control it to be that. God, we are both Bombieri women and teachers too. Let`s teach him that you are sorry and that life is already as you want it to be.” Wisely claims Jenessa as she opens the door with further saying, “Sit on the step. We need to talk about this. I will bring us lemon water before you make breakfast.”
And they do chat about it with enjoying the drink. It is decided that William gets his apology and that after a week Angelina could apologize. In fact, Jenessa states, “It is best to be no less than a week before a sincere apology. It is needed so that we are entertained by whatever he brings. The next week can educate on how to deal with him. Plus, it effectively has William think that he wins in getting what he wants; yet he has not. You can have control after you apologize. So lets put our heads together and do this. We are intelligent and can do everything.”